El Jefe

Orval Moldoon's realm didn't die all at once. That was the Chaos Legion's way, not a single catastrophic blow but a long diminishment, mana leeched out of the earth and the air until magic simply ceased to be. Most of the realm's denizens spent those early months in denial or panic. Orval spent them watching. And when the legions appeared on the horizon, he didn't flee. He plodded toward them.

A tortisian walking alone toward an invading army was either a spy or a fool, but he didn't move fast enough to be dangerous either way. The legionnaires threw him in with the other conscripts and put him to work.